Power? Corrupts

The next day.

Early morning.

Ning Rongrong's brows were locked in a tight frown as she lay on the small bed.

In her mind, countless memories—alien yet incredibly vivid—surged like a tidal wave.

The magnificent halls of the God Realm appeared, where she stood adorned in nine-colored robes, encircled by a sacred halo; she was the Nine-Colored Goddess.

Oscar, the God of Food, stood beside her, but his eyes lacked the deep affection of their past life, replaced only by a greed for power and an obsession with lust. The bond between them had long since eroded in the torrent of desire.

What terrified her even more was a pitch-black shadow that emerged from the void, carrying a horrific aura that devoured everything. It violently enveloped her divine soul, and a bone-chilling cold, coupled with the despair of being stripped of everything, swept through her entire being.

"No!"

Ning Rongrong bolted upright from her sleep, gasping for air, her heart pounding so violently it felt as if it might burst from her chest.

She instinctively checked her divine soul, and feeling its integrity and stability, she let out a slight sigh of relief. Yet, the lingering dread of that attempted possession still haunted her, refusing to fade.

She looked up to see that the sky outside the window was already bright, the sunlight so piercing it made her squint.

Only then did she realize she had spent the entire night in Fu Qin's bed.

The intimacy of last night replayed in her mind like a film, causing her cheeks to flush deep red, though her heart was filled with complex emotions.

The memories of her past life, everything in the God Realm, and that terrifying shadow.

She remembered it all!

Ning Rongrong struggled to get out of bed; she had to return to her dormitory as soon as possible to sort through these chaotic memories.

But the moment her feet touched the floor, a sharp, burning pain radiated from her lower abdomen. It was the mark left by Fu Qin last night, clear and real, reminding her that everything that had transpired was no dream.

She looked down at her neatly arranged clothes, then touched the site of the pain, a thought suddenly flashing through her mind.

Had Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun already recovered their memories of their past lives?

Tang San's composure and calculations were far too sophisticated for his age.

Xiao Wu's unusual dependence on Fu Qin seemed as if she had already claimed him as her own.

The conflict between Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, and the jealousy and malice hidden beneath Oscar's honest exterior... everything confirmed her suspicions!

Only she and Zhu Zhuqing had been kept in the dark, until last night, when she accidentally awakened her past-life memories during her intimacy with Fu Qin!

A chill rose from the soles of her feet, and Ning Rongrong dared not think any further.

The crisis in the God Realm, the threat of that shadow, and these "companions" around her who had already regained their memories—all of it filled her with immense fear.

She had to find Xiao Wu as soon as possible to tell her that she, too, had regained her memories. At the same time, she became even more certain that Fu Qin was the only person in this life she could trust and rely on.

Enduring the sharp pain in her abdomen, Ning Rongrong stumbled toward the door.

She only wanted to leave this place quickly, failing to notice the threshold.

"Thud!"

Her foot caught, and losing her balance, Ning Rongrong fell forward.

The sudden sensation of weightlessness made her instinctively close her eyes, her heart sinking in alarm.

However, the expected pain did not come.

Instead, she was met with a warm, solid embrace. A familiar, crisp scent lingered at her nose, instantly relaxing her tense nerves.

Ning Rongrong slowly opened her eyes to see Fu Qin's handsome face, now etched with worry.

His gaze was gentle and profound, like an ocean that could contain everything, causing the fear and unease in her heart to dissipate by more than half.

"Why are you so careless?" Fu Qin's voice held a hint of reproach, though it was filled primarily with deep concern.

He steadied her, his large hand naturally wrapping around her waist. Feeling her body tremble, his brows furrowed even deeper. "Are you in pain somewhere?"

Feeling the warmth of Fu Qin's palm, Ning Rongrong could no longer hold back; her eyes reddened, and tears welled up instantly.

She threw herself into Fu Qin's arms, clutching his neck tightly and burying her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Brother Fu Qin... wuwu..."

The grievances, the fear, the helplessness, and the confusion following the awakening of her past memories all erupted at once.

She did not know how to explain all of this to Fu Qin, nor how to face the coming crisis, so she simply vented all her emotions in the embrace of the man she depended on so heavily.

Feeling the fragility and helplessness of the young girl in his arms, Fu Qin felt a surge of confusion.

He gently patted Ning Rongrong's back, soothing her with soft movements, not pressing for the reason, but using his actions to tell her that he would always be there for her.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Fu Qin's voice was low and powerful, carrying a reassuring magic.

"No matter what happens, I will protect you. I won't let you come to any harm."

Ning Rongrong cried in Fu Qin's arms for a long time before her emotions gradually calmed.

She lifted her head, looking at Fu Qin with tear-filled eyes, her expression full of reliance. "Brother Fu Qin, I... you will always protect Rongrong, right?"

Watching her red, swollen eyes, Fu Qin understood.

He could sense a subtle change in Ning Rongrong's aura—a touch of holiness and the weight of ages—clearly indicating she had awakened the memories of her past life.

But soon, when he saw Ning Rongrong's personal panel, he realized why she had acted in such a manner.

[Name: Ning Rongrong (Nine-Colored Goddess Reincarnated)

Actual Age: 20,038 years

Soul Power: Level 29

Martial Soul: Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda

Constitution: Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline (Unawakened)

Identity: Reincarnated Nine-Colored Goddess, Young Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect

Favorability: 500 (Regarded as the only person to rely on)]

He did not expose her, but simply wiped the tears from her face gently and whispered, "Alright, alright, rest assured, Sister Rongrong. I will protect you forever."

The commotion of Ning Rongrong weeping in Fu Qin's arms eventually alerted Xiao Wu in the room next door.

The door was pushed open gently, and Xiao Wu stood at the entrance in pink pajamas, her eyes heavy with sleep. However, when she saw Ning Rongrong in Fu Qin's arms with tear-stained cheeks and a terrified expression—

Not to mention the slightly disheveled clothing and her unsteady posture—the sleepiness in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a look of realization and gravity.

Ning Rongrong looked up and saw Xiao Wu, her once chaotic heart suddenly calming down.

After awakening the memories of her past life, she understood in an instant that Xiao Wu had long since regained her consciousness.

A gleam flashed in her eyes; it was the relief of finding an ally.

"Rongrong, what happened to you?" Xiao Wu stepped forward quickly, naturally supporting Ning Rongrong's swaying body.

Her fingertips brushed against Ning Rongrong's arm inadvertently, and she quietly squeezed her wrist, giving her a look that said, "I'm here."

"I... I'm fine, I just accidentally took a fall." Ning Rongrong understood immediately and followed Xiao Wu's lead to cover it up, though her voice still carried an unrecovered sob.